Stone Circle Sister, you are going to be an aunt.

Desna didn't give much solid ground to build on, but Nanook salvaged what she could. At least her sister knew when her pregnancy had started. Now there was a fact she could play with. A simple track of the moon would tell her once a month had passed, and even if Desna was wrong on that, she would keep watch on the skies and mark the time until the tiny bodies - however many there were - bumbled in the deep reaches of her sister's den. And maybe, once Nanook fulfilled these 'aunt duties' of hers and the pups could handle themselves, she would have the chance to observe her sister again, or maybe some other expectant wolf, and test her findings against them.

A plan she kept retained, and a simple, "kicking doesn't sound so nice," was her verbal extent of these thoughts, until Desna blinded her with a question from left field. Nanook shifted her head with a puzzled flick. Somehow she kept herself from blurting, no - because actually, she didn't know. Nanook gave a passing glance at the sky, and her face opened with a look reminiscent of a shrug. "Never really thought about it," she said.  "Kind of need someone to have them with, don't you?" That was what Desna had said, anyway. Nanook didn't have any experience with boys, and the thought of ever finding a wolf to be to her like Steady or Ezekiel was to Desna looked so much an impossibility - and so far fetched - that she hadn't given boys much thought at all.